TWENTY-SIX
Civilization.
For some reason that was the first word that went through her mind as she opened her eyes. Shea gasped and sat up, grasping her aching head and slumping back down before she could take another breath.
A car horn blared, and she winced toward it, but that just made the light from the veiled window hurt her eyes, so she turned her back to it.
Taking her first deep breath, she was offended by the smell of the bedsheets. It wasn’t a bad smell, they were clean, but the detergent was unfamiliar. When the hell had Raid decided to change… The car horn… the light…
Sitting upright, she grabbed the comforter beneath her legs and looked around.
“Civilization,” she breathed out the word and scrambled off the bed to run for the door.
Snatching it open, she lunged out and
